The Countesse of Mountgomeries Urania Written by the right honorable the Lady Mary Wroath |
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[Here all alone in silence might I mourne] |
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[Here all alone in silence might I mourne]
Here
all alone in silence might I mourne:
But how can silence be where sorrowes flow?
Sigh's with complaints have poorer paines out-worne
But broken hearts can only true griefe show.
But how can silence be where sorrowes flow?
Sigh's with complaints have poorer paines out-worne
But broken hearts can only true griefe show.
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Drops of my dearest bloud shall let Loue know
Such teares for her I shed, yet still do burne,
As no spring can quench least part of my woe,
Till this liue earth, againe to earth doe turne.
Such teares for her I shed, yet still do burne,
As no spring can quench least part of my woe,
Till this liue earth, againe to earth doe turne.
Hatefull all thought of comfort is to me,
Despised day, let me still night possesse;
Let me all torments feele in their excesse,
And but this light allow my state to see.
Despised day, let me still night possesse;
Let me all torments feele in their excesse,
And but this light allow my state to see.
Which still doth wast, and wasting as this light,
Are my sad dayes vnto eternall night.
Are my sad dayes vnto eternall night.
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